Thunderbolt: Red Dust and Immortals

Wishing to cross the boundless to accomplish all merits and virtues

Peeping through greed and hatred, practice colorless body

Sexual nature is empty and clear, how to know the mind and ink

No one will be confused even if the blue light

see all the waves rolling

Whether it is turbid or pure, the total state of the world

Heart for all beings

What is the origin and death?

Gu Pan's past is like a lock

It's a pity that the original intention has been changed several times

Bodhi's grievances and hatred arouse dust

The past will always come back to grief

Today is a long way to confess to the end of the world

I am obsessed with labor

How can I look back a thousand times

Wishing to cross the boundless to accomplish all merits and virtues

Peeping through greed and hatred, practice colorless body

Sexual nature is empty and clear, how to know the mind and ink

No one will be confused even if the blue light

see all the waves rolling

Whether it is turbid or pure, the total state of the world

Heart for all beings

What is the origin and death?

Gu Pan's past is like a lock

It's a pity that the original intention has been changed several times

Bodhi's grievances and hatred arouse dust

The past will always come back to grief

Today is a long way to confess to the end of the world

I am obsessed with labor

How can I look back a thousand times

see all the waves rolling

Whether it is turbid or pure, the total state of the world

Heart for all beings

What is the origin and death?

Gu Pan's past is like a lock

It's a pity that the original intention has been changed several times

Bodhi's grievances and hatred arouse dust

The past will always come back to grief

Today is a long way to confess to the end of the world

I am obsessed with labor

How can I look back a thousand times

I am obsessed with labor

How can I look back a thousand times

In the holy palace, the Buddha who thought he could be calm was not as calm as he imagined.

"Louzhi..." Yunguo Dihun stepped forward beside him, gently pressed his shoulder, but found that the body under his hand was trembling slightly.

Without saying a word, Yunguodihun understood what was in his heart.

"The essence of fruit and soul, I only know now that I am not so peaceful."

Misunderstood by the world, spit on by everyone, betrayed by relatives and friends, if Yunguo Dihun is really not alive, I'm afraid he will definitely become evil, right?All thoughts are lost, but it is!

Firmly holding the hands on the shoulders, Louzhi Wei Tuo carried emotions that others could hardly perceive, and only Yunguo Dihun could hear the voice: "It's good that you're still here."

Next to him, another Buddha who sensed something was wrong, that is, Shang Yingluo, who was pulled to replace Brahma to take over the position of Zhu Ming's authority, looked at the two Buddhas of heaven and earth who were clearly in the wrong atmosphere, and wanted to speak, but was caught by Yan Wushang next to him. pull away.

"Both of them know their problems."

Yan Wushang is not the stunned man he was before. He has experienced the Bo Xun Rebellion, and at the moment of life and death, he has long seen his feelings for Shang Yingluo. The fiery demon has already started to drag him into the nest slowly, but the prey doesn't know it.

On the stage, as the exciting singing fell, the scenes of the crime wall also turned into illusions and disappeared, only a sound of questioning permeated the heart.

Knowing the cause and effect, Su Zhenzhen took the lead to get up, and gave a slight salute to Ji Tianya, who was playing a questioning song on the stage.

Similarly, Ji Tianya's respect for Su Huanzhen also returned the corresponding courtesy.

Every move of the two of them awakened the stunned crowd, and the scenes in the illusion seemed to be still lingering in front of their eyes. Thinking of the curses against the Buddha in the martial arts, those who had cursed were ashamed.

Maybe it was wrong to kill one person, maybe it was wrong to kill 1000 people, but among the martial arts people present, which one didn't have blood on their hands?But they are not doing it for personal enmity, or for profit, but no one says that they are guilty of serious crimes.

So for the sake of the plight and the Li family, for the sake of the common people, he chose Louzhi Wei Tuo, whose hands were stained with innocent blood, is he guilty of the most heinous crime?

Ask yourself, if you are in the position of the ultimate Buddha, can you do better than him?Do you have the guts to stand up to everyone's censure?

Jiang Wanying stood on the stage at some point, and said to the bewildered crowd: "This song is dedicated to the Buddha of Heaven. The sins he has borne for suffering and all living beings should not be buried, and should be respected ,Is it right"

In the end, someone asked the most important question: "That is not what the Buddha should bear, how can I help him?"

Jiang Wanying smiled and said: "Now your understanding is to help him!"

Off the stage, the emotional daughter couldn't help crying: "To Buddha, I'm sorry!"

The word 'I'm sorry' seemed to set off a wave, like a hurricane sweeping through the entire enchantment, the sincere word 'I'm sorry' was spoken from the mouths of all living beings, even Jiang Wanying, who had never wavered in her state of mind, had slightly red eyes.

In the holy palace, those who finally got forgiveness prayed together: "Amitabha!"

With the sound of the Buddha's name, everyone felt relieved, and also heard the sound of heavy shackles falling to the ground.

Yunguodi Soul's eyes were filled with relief: "Congratulations on the breakthrough."

The state of mind broke through another floor until Wei Tuo had changed, and his sharp aura was restrained. At this moment, he was like a real Buddha alive.

"Once you wake up from the dream, you will know that the Buddha is everywhere."

Buddha casting and Buddha head: "Amitabha Buddha, congratulations to Buddhist friends who have suddenly realized."

On the stage, Jiang Wanying, who was also concerned about the situation in the Holy Palace, said, "Thank you, the apology from the heart that gathers your thoughts, and the Buddha has already received it."

Some people didn't believe it: "How do you know, High Priest?"

Jiang Wanying smiled mischievously: "Because my ears are better, I heard the Buddha say 'I don't blame you'~"

In the holy palace, Louzhi Wei Tuo and the others: "..." Didn't you say anything at all?

"Okay, today is the concert, the key is to continue listening to the song, right?"

In a word, it ruined the atmosphere again, and immediately, everyone in the audience couldn't laugh or cry again.

"I am, I am, many people want to beat me, and I can be attacked in any way after it is over. Come, let us welcome the singer of the next song and the song "Goodbye Jianghu"!"

The lights are dim and the ink is still dry

A cup of strong wine ignites the thoughts

I don't know when to return the sword I borrowed

I don't know how to repay the debt I owe you

If there was a real destiny in the previous life, why should I embarrass you?

If this life is doomed, why bother to make me feel sad

I've traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, just want to see you again

The season of silent flowers, let us see you in the rivers and lakes

Feixue laughed and sang Bodhisattva Man

Qingfeng's long sword is constantly entangled

I don't know when I borrowed your horse

I owe you the love I spend my whole life to repay

If there was a real destiny in the previous life, why should I embarrass you?

If this life is doomed, why bother to make me feel sad

I've traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, just want to see you again

The season of silent flowers, let us see you in the rivers and lakes

If there was a real destiny in the previous life, why should I embarrass you?

If this life is doomed, why bother to make me feel sad

I've traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, just want to see you again

The season of silent flowers, let us see you in the rivers and lakes

In the illusion, the woman who dared to love and hate with her zither on her back, the man who was forced to separate from his lover, because of fate, because of his deep love, left sadly under the tricks of the villain.

The suffering is so deep, I still say it is willing to come!

Wordless flowers are bitter, bitter to the heart, what can make it sweet?

Following Wu Donghuang's calculations, he is a stranger to Mu Chengxue, bears enormous pressure for the sake of the common people, and puts all his eggs in one basket for the sake of the world without fear of life and death.

At the end of her life, she realized that she is the only person who is most sorry!

"Speechless flower, so sweet!"

The last sentence of "goodbye, Jianghu" fell, and the end of the silent flower field under the setting sun, just like the woman back then finally stepped into the silent flower field that the man had planted all his life.

At the end of the song, the stunned audience hadn't regained their senses, and Jiang Wanying appeared on stage again with a smile.

"Okay, I know I'm going to get beaten again for interrupting everyone, but I still can't help but interrupt everyone, come, let us welcome the singer and protagonist of this song!"

I saw Bu Xiangchen, who had been behind the scenes just now, taking the incarnation of Ce Menghou strolling on stage, and then, the two protagonists who made people feel sad in the illusion just now!

"Originally springs and stones dive into dragons, and they don't show up without the beacon fire. Is the wind and cloud the god of heaven? The Nine Levels of Nianzuoxuan is crowned."

"The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow, and the wind and frost pour over the sea overnight."

As soon as the two came out, there was a wave of noise from the audience.

"Ahhhhh together!"

"Lovers get married."

The corners of Jiang Wanying's mouth twitched slightly, she was speechless: "I am so excited, don't ignore our singer, he is also very good at singing."

Ce Menghou chuckled: "No problem, I think everyone talks a lot~" With a dragging tone, he turned his head to look at the two people who were very uncomfortable, and said with a half-smile: "You two, when will we have wedding wine?~ "

As soon as these words came out, Chao Yizhu and Mu Chengxue, who had misunderstood each other for most of their lives, both blushed, and the former was even more incoherent: "This...we..."

Although Mu Chengxue was also shy, but after all, she had an aggressive personality, grabbed Chao Yizhu who didn't know what to say, and said generously: "Hurry up, it really can't, I'll recruit!"

"puff!"

As soon as these words came out, Master Chao Yi's face turned black: "Think too much!"

Both Jiang Wanying and Bu Xiangchen laughed so hard that their stomachs ached, and the latter even said, "If you succeed in recruiting a husband, I'll give you a big gift~!"

Mu Chengxue looked at the darker and darker people beside him, and said seriously, "Don't worry, I will try my best to marry him back home!"

In the end, Master Chao Yi was unable to cover his face, facing the voices of Mu Chengxue and everyone in the audience shouting 'marry home', he couldn't stand it!

When the three of them went to the backstage, Jiang Wanying looked at the excited crowd who were still betting on whether Mu Chengxue could successfully bring back her husband. Jiang Wanying was speechless: Who said that people who are in adversity don't know how to gossip?This gossip skill is no worse than modern people!

"Okay, I want to know who the two of you marry is a matter of future, let's continue to listen to the song, don't forget that there is a big gift waiting for everyone!~"

"Then please enjoy the next song "One Dream Thousand Xun""

After the words fell, the people who appeared in the illusion made the people in the Holy Palace, including the first 6 guests who were guests, dumbfounded.

On the high platform, Ming Xin looked at Chao Tianjiao, who was full of battle armor, and Xuan Mingshi, who was dressed in cold clothes, and couldn't help but: "..."

On the stage, the beautifully dressed Princess Binglou smiled at her own brother and future sister-in-law.

The light rain in March in the night after the Waking of Insects

Beating the remaining memories of Liren on the bridge

The petals on the oil-paper umbrella scatter with the night wind

But I have no scruples about the mayfly-like splendor

The turbulent thoughts come and go like a revolving lantern

Some nostalgia linger because they are too untouchable

Countless night cherry blossoms wither in the bustling March

Like the past, no matter how gorgeous it is, it can't be traced

The wall is flushed all night tonight

A cluster of falling flowers in the wind and rain blows all over the ground

Can't Blow the Summer Night Cicadas

the coming message

In the Ming Dynasty, a court full of spring flowers was full of splendor

turned into spring mud

One dream, one night, one night, a thousand searches, finally become a memory

Lingering in the rainy night

The turbulent thoughts come and go like a revolving lantern

Some nostalgia linger because they are too untouchable

Countless night cherry blossoms wither in the bustling March

Like the past, no matter how gorgeous it is, it can't be traced

The wall is flushed all night tonight

A cluster of falling flowers in the wind and rain blows all over the ground

Can't Blow the Summer Night Cicadas

the coming message

In the Ming Dynasty, a court full of spring flowers was full of splendor

turned into spring mud

One dream, one night, one night, a thousand searches, finally become a memory

wandering in the rainy night

After all, the splendor is no match for the flowering period

will pass away

Take a foot away from sorrow

wandering in the rainy night